As the days have gone by,
I’ve found myself staying up all night with her, talking…
By the morning, we are exhausted…
That may not be a good thing, but we really enjoy each other’s company…
Our conversations vary…
Some are deep, some are random and sometimes they might get a little weird…
When the weird things come up, it’s amazing how we both can relate…
She’s just as weird as I am.
On the other hand, our conversations can quickly turn into a competition…
She seems to have a comeback for everything I say.
If I call her beautiful, she calls me handsome.
If I adore her, she adores me more…
I try to outdo her sometimes, but…
She always weakens me with the things she says…
She does it better than me.
At least, that’s how I feel about it.
There’s no reason to keep going up against her when her words do to me what they do to me…
I can’t describe it or explain it.
Maybe that’s how she wins her battles… Using her most powerful words.
It amazes me how she can be both, powerful and gentle, at the same time…
In my mind, that’s impossible.
Since we’ve been traveling together, I realize every day, just how much more beautiful she is than she was the day before.
How do you grow in beauty, daily? I’ve never seen that…
I know she’s different… And I like that a lot…
But… Is it possible she’s out of my league?
Then again; if that was the case, she probably wouldn’t be walking with me right now.
Why would she choose me, though? That question remains.
Or did she really choose me? I don’t know… It’s beyond me.
All I know is that I can’t keep my eyes off of her.
Her walk, her talk… I can’t stand up against her.
Why is it that her beauty seems so powerful?
Why does she seem so flawless?
I know she’s not faultless, but –
regardless, the path she’s on, she’s been made for it…
Or she wouldn’t be here.

To be continued…

Published by A Passionate Writer